I love this place, it’s a two minute walk from dads house and I came here one night to do sambuca shots but the barman has only just remembered me and I am now a proud member complete with membership card and everything! It’s a little place and it’s like going back in time, basically only locals come in here and there are ashtrays on the bar. The barman is sporadically talking to me and I’ve just praised my dad and we are having amusing snippets of conversation in which he asks if I’m spoilt and we discuss the radio and why I am in here alone on a weekday. I look like a bloody tramp today but screw it, I’ll be more attractive next time and I’ve decided that this is my second home. The other guy in here keeps grinning at me, I think he finds my matter of fact tone and apparent lack of normality endearing. Today has been a success, I will stay in here for one more drink then I’m going to eat lunch like a proper human.
